Little Wing

Well, she's walking through the clouds

With a certain smile that's running 'round

Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams

And fairytales (and that's all she ever thinks about)

Riding with the wind

Oh, when I'm sad, she comes to me

With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free

"It's alright", she said, "It's alright"

Take anything you want from me

Anything, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Yeah, it's not enough for me